Drew Thornton
Ministry of Magic
Auror-in-Training
I didn't do it and you can't prove otherwise...
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Post by Drew Thornton on Jul 11, 2008 1:44:38 GMT -5
If Drew had really thought about it at all, of course he would have realized the fact that they matched was really no big deal. Not even an hour previously, back in the Ravenclaw Common Room, he had picked the red tie specifically because it was Valentine's Day. It was an obvious conclusion that a number of people had thought along the same lines. Nonetheless, now that he was faced with who he believed to be the most perfect girl in the world, he was honestly amazed at how she had managed to wear a matching sweater. How had she known? It just confirmed her perfection in his mind.
His giddiness intensified as she complimented him back and while she had protested earlier, he saw absolutely nothing wrong with what she was wearing. She leaned into him and he held her tighter. It made it harder to actually dance, but swaying was nice too, even if they weren't following the beat very well.
She asked about her present again and he contemplated the question a bit before shaking his head in a negative. He felt that any hint to size, shape, or color would ruin what he was hoping to be the perfect presentation.
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Post by Vanessa Sanderson on Jul 11, 2008 8:40:05 GMT -5
Jason grinned slightly "Who knows, who ever wanted to join us i guess" Jason said half laughing. "Besides that i could almost guarantee that we would get yelled at, but it wouldn't be me getting yelled at, the head boys the one that takes all the rap" Jason thought about what Drew would say to him if he got Drew yelled at. Drew would probably tear him a new one for it. Jason chuckled a bit "any way, it wouldn't be the first time I got us yelled at" Jason said with a grin Vanessa nodded, thinking to herself that the thought of throwing a party for his fellow Ravens after the dance was a very nice one, and selfless. Of course, when it came down to who would probably take the blame for his actions if he hadn't already gotten caught, Vanessa thought that Jason wasn't being very nice. He laughed a little, obviously thinking that it was funny that the Head Boy would take the blame for his heist, and Vanessa could only wrinkle her nose in distaste. She wasn't about to say anything out loud to cause a fit or anything, but the Huffle girl wasn't really sure she liked that Drew would get into trouble for something he had absolutely nothing to do with. She liked what she knew of the guy... "Oh, that's..." she hesitated trying to revamp the smile that had somewhat diminished. "...nice." It sounded like Jason liked to get into trouble just to basically show off. Vanessa may have been nice, and knew when to say what, but she wasn't dumb. "So, you get into trouble often then?" she asked tipping her head to the side, as if trying to act a bit on the naive and curious side. It wasn't that she didn't like the guy... he just seemed really full of himself, sometimes.
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Jason Williams
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
IT FALLS AWAY...[on:Paint it black ][of:piece by pieces]
Posts: 330
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Post by Jason Williams on Jul 11, 2008 9:30:25 GMT -5
Jason smiled "No i dont get in trouble alot" Jason said. which was true. Jason had done his share of troubel making of course. But nothing too bad.
" I have done my share of trouble making though, I will admit that" he said taking another sip of his butter beer. Jason wasent a bad person, or he thought he wasent, but what teen dident get into trouble. Jason finnished off his Butter Beer. Jason tuned and looked a Vanessa "Im not very good at it but, would you like to dance?" he asked her
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Celina Jedynak
Ravenclaw
Seventh year
Because it just took time, before a bird's wings could heal again.
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Post by Celina Jedynak on Jul 11, 2008 9:37:04 GMT -5
He wouldn't actually admit to it but Damian had indeed been caught well off guard by the gesture. He'd seen her wear it before, many times in fact but this was quite possibly the last place he had expected her to garment herself when anything to even remotely lock herself in even slight relation to him. But now she had, and now his shock was her ammunition and she didn't waste any time shooting it in his direction. Compliments were the medics of verbal war...and apparantly they still got shot at. Just how sharp a shooter could she be without her sunlight around? " Well… it’s real…" Like...everything in existence.... " Don’t tell me you’ve nothing kept of value to remember what worth really is. Damian...or have you grown soft? That’s almost…cute." Very accurate, but not anywhere near fatal. "Many things are both real and valuable Celina, and giving someone of class a compliment is customary. You wearing a gift from someone you seem to hate, is cute." Damian replied; distancing himself from the charm only to prod at another nerve. "Going down there without an escort however, that is simply inexcusable." If it had been anyone else, odds were he wouldn't have cared, but Celina was one of class - whether she appreciated it worth half a knut or not. It just wasn't acceptable, well, it probably was to most of them down and herself as well but he was beyond curious now. Wearing his gift from long ago, opening first move in a wit-battle...it was a beyond unusual trend. But surely someone who hung in someones' shadow on a constant basis didn't have the tenacity - or courage for that matter - to bait him...did they? Why was it that she wore the damn piece of metal that reminded her of her sixteenth birthday? That had been a time of rude banter, unforeseen truths, and above all else… realities of who really knew what it was like to be pure within the Wizarding World of the United Kingdom… it was different, and Celina had always known that, for when she’d spoken to Drew or to others from different paths about her family (or rather the little she led on to) everyone always seemed shocked… as if her families ways were unheard of. It wasn’t until Celina had finally met a slytherin girl by the name of Tallulah where she found someone who understood what it meant to be a pureblooded female in this world… and even then, Celina didn’t know how similar they really were. Maybe that meant the necklace was a comfort… a sign that no matter what, she knew there were others who still believed in the teachings of her father, and still abided by them. She wasn’t the odd ball out… she was the living truth of a secret and old way of life… and…. …she hated it. Many things are both real and valuable, Celina, and giving someone of class a compliment is customary. You wearing a gift from someone you seem to hate, is cute.He spoke again, and her head turned back to where he stood, her eyes glaring daggers. He didn’t move with anything but his words, and Celina could hardly stand to be called out. Could she not wear something she owned? Not many actually knew it was from this boy, and therefore wearing it meant that it was only what it seemed to be… a necklace. “It’s not a compliment,” she said in disgust, but it seemed almost, forced. Why did she have to force it to come out like that when she knew this boy disgusted her? He was everything she was, and yet hated. A pure example of the lifestyle that she was made to abide by! And yet, there she was, standing there and continuing to fuel a fire that was only intensifying between them in some sick way. “For it to be as such, someone would have to know you gave it to me.” There were those who knew… Drew and Felicity. But for it to be a real compliment, wouldn’t it have to be someone who Damian knew would take offence to, or even, hate him for it? Drew wouldn’t care, though he may wonder a bit about what Celina liked it for, and that was only if Felicity didn’t remind him of how much Celina loved unicorns. Her friends would brush it off as nothing more than a piece of metal Celina liked to wear because it had her favorite creature on it. It was nothing more and nothing that could be considered complimentary toward Damian Piper, at all. Celina smirked, finding in her own mind that she was right… and then Damian spoke again. Going down there without an escort, however, that is simply inexcusable.Celina looked a bit taken aback at first, thinking to herself how she hadn’t cared to be by herself or not. It was why she had gotten all dressed up in the first place. To arrive at the dance, looking her best, and… Celina thought of Connor and again of the past month. They’d barely had time to speak to one another about what had happened on the night of the thirteenth of January, and then between him hitting his head because of her, and her hospital wing stay…. The month had flown by without them speaking about really anything… was she really thinking he’d still be interested, let alone, by himself at a dance that was for couples? How many guys actually showed up to a Valentine’s dance without a date? Celina couldn’t really comprehend everything that was going on, so she focused her thought on Damian again. Celina didn’t want to think about herself, or about how she was going to a social event alone. Her father would find it inexcusable, too… “So, am I to assume you always dress up to loiter in hallways, antagonizing passer bys?” Celina looked the boy up and down in an obvious sort of manner, turning towards him and crossing her arms indignantly. Finally, her dark brown orbs met up with his green and a chill ran down her spine. What was he doing on the second floor of all places, especially, when the dungeons were the home of scarabs like him? “Because I’m sure that just screams, excusable and savvy.” Why didn’t she just walk away? Why did she let him get to her like he did? Celina didn’t know… but what he was doing in her opinion wasn’t anything better, if not worse than what she was doing.
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Post by Vanessa Sanderson on Jul 11, 2008 16:21:55 GMT -5
The smile on her face almost beckoned him to keep talking, for she questioned the validity of his statement. He didn't get into trouble a lot? Vanessa almost wondered if that was true, but kept that thought to herself. It wasn't her place to judge him, and yet, she couldn't help but do so any ways. I have done my share of trouble making, I will admit that. Vanessa nodded, thinking to herself that that was better. At least he could tell her the partial truth of himself.
He took another swig of his drink, and Vanessa finished hers off, still feeling rather parched. As she looked into the empty glass, what she heard was definitely not what she had expected. I'm not very good, but would you like to dance? Her eyes opened a bit wider, and she froze, still looking as if she was starring into her cup. Slowly, her cheeks began to pinken just slightly and she slowly turned her head so that she was looking at Jason.
"We're y...you talking to me, Jason?" she asked sheepishly, a small laugh retreating from her very embarrassed mouth. He wasn't any good? She just liked to watch because she knew she was horrible. Not to mention... she hated crowds, and it looked like the dance floor was becoming rather crowded as they spoke.
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Jason Williams
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
IT FALLS AWAY...[on:Paint it black ][of:piece by pieces]
Posts: 330
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Post by Jason Williams on Jul 11, 2008 17:46:14 GMT -5
Jason laughed laughed a little, He wasn't sure if he should ask her again or not. He was a little nervous and his face turned a little red. Jason looked out to the crowded floor. aww man, Jason he thought to himself Jason took a deep breath. He turned back to Vanessa. he was nervous about asking her again. Suck it up Williams he told himself in his head "I...I asked if you wanted to dance" He Asked again with a slightly shaky voice. He looked back out to the dance floor to hide his slowly redding face
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Connor Manning
Head Boy
Slytherin Seventh Year Quidditch Captain
something in the way
Posts: 737
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Post by Connor Manning on Jul 11, 2008 20:45:06 GMT -5
" Want anything in particular? I believe we have... Pumpkin juice, punch, or butterbeer. "
The girl looked at the table, a little confused. "Butterbeer? Here? That's weird. Well, you can never go wrong with good old punch." Her first dance was turning out to be a little uneventful, but a lot better than some other students' nights. She scanned the room and saw there were many very depressed-looking students, a lot of younger ones, just walking aimlessly through the dance. In comparison to the happy lovey-dovey couples, they looked simply tortured. Her heart went out to them, realizing that she too would be in that boat if Connor hadn't been there.
"Hey...thanks for hanging out with me for the time being. It was really sweet. I know you probably didn't picture your Valentine's Day like this." She kept the thought of Celina in the back of her mind as she said this. She couldn't thank him enough for being so nice to her. She had no clue where or who anyone else really was, and it took courage to talk to an almost stranger. She noticed that there really weren't a whole lot of Gryffindors present and wondered if they all had a big house party without her. It wouldn't be surprising. She wasn't exactly 'in the loop' of things just yet. Connor nodded, a small smile on his face as he said, " Well, punch it is then, Sophia. " With that, he grabbed a cup for the girl and got her a glassful of the red punch. He wasn't sure where his own cup had gone off to from when he had first entered the dance, so the Slytherin grabbed another cup for himself before handing the Gryffindor girl her drink. " Here we are. " He said politely with a small nod of his head. Thinking of something they could do for a while until things started happening, Connor turned back to her and asked, " Want to sit down? " He motioned to one of the tables, thinking that since he was still feeling a bit light headed that sitting would be kind of nice. As she thanked him, his crooked smile became evident on the boy's face. He shook his head, though, waving it off as he said, " No, it's no big deal. What are friends for, right? " He laughed, wondering if he and Sophia were ' friends ' or what. He didn't know, because he had only just met the girl a short amount of time before. He was grateful for her company as well, and figured he might as well say something about it. " I uh.. Well, yeah thanks for hanging out with me and all. "
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Dante Vroom
Ravenclaw Prefect
Seventh Year
It's choice - not chance - that determines your destiny.[on:Looking for trouble][of:Other stuff]
Posts: 235
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Post by Dante Vroom on Jul 11, 2008 22:15:32 GMT -5
A kiss on the cheek? The move was so unexpected Dante could do nothing but bring a hand up to his face and just place it over the point of contact. Such contact might seem like nothing to some people, but it set the gears in motion for Dante, what was the point of the kiss? Perhaps a sign of thanks for the present, she seemed to enjoy it. So that was probably it. There were other options though that needed to be considered. Maybe it was just the way she was. Though, in all the other times they had hung out she had not made such a move.
The final thought rang through his head in a similar way to her asking him to the dance in the first place. That the girl might actually like him? There were just to many variables to be sure, so he did not want to jump in and assume that was what she meant by it. After all if he read the everything wrong who knows what would happen. Most likely, the same thing that his brother warned him about reading signals, a slap on the face, or an awkward friendship. Neither option sat well with Dante, so he figured thinking about everything more would be the best. He thought about which answer he would like it to be, and came to a rather interesting conclusion. But before he could think much more about it she was planning out their next move at the dance.
"Lets grab a seat and we can talk there." A good idea for sure, maybe some talking would set this whole thought straight. He followed the girl for just a few steps. A simple statement entered his mind, and it seemed like a pretty good idea, “if you find our seats I'll go get us some drinks for us.” Scanning the tables around the room he made note of a few tables that he could see were open so he knew where to look when he got back from the beverages. The time would allow him just a second to collect his thoughts with what she could mean by saying “we can talk.” He knew what questions he could ask, most involved the thoughts that had recently entered his mind. But he would never ask them, at least until he learned more about what Tal was thinking. After all, women are crazy.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Jul 11, 2008 23:28:15 GMT -5
Letting her eyes focus in on his tie, so close to where she was currently positioned, Felicity allowed her light brown eyes to linger over the material and she let a hand sweep around him from behind so she could lightly feel the tie. It was pretty, very pretty and she liked the feel of the material, smooth and sleek. And it really did match her sweater, the closest to the same shade possible, if not the same exact.
He stopped moving how he’d been before, basically stood in spot as he moved against her, When his arms held her closer, she sighed happily, pressing her lips into his collar bone, only having to tilt her head back slightly to reach. However, when he answered negatively to her question, she pouted playfully. “You’re making this difficult.”
The blonde was excited and wanted to know, she was frustrated a little because he wasn’t giving her anything, but in the end she didn’t mind in the least bit because she knew it didn’t matter that he even got her anything. Valentine’s Day didn’t require a present and he always showed her how much he appreciated her, just by being with her and holding her close, whispering to her, and telling her he loved her.
That was all that mattered.
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Tallulah Skeffington
Slytherin Prefect
Sixth Year
I'll be the sunlight in your everyday[on:I live to breathe..][of:To feel as real..]
Posts: 279
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Post by Tallulah Skeffington on Jul 12, 2008 0:06:29 GMT -5
Dante's reaction to her kiss worried her. He probably thought she was a idiot of a girl who was a hopeless romantic. He would probably never speak to her after this night. It crushed her wholly as she thought about this. She wouldn't show her emotions, not ever. A small glimmer of hope sprang in her mind. He could just be shy about things like this. In all their time together as friends they never really touched on the subject of dating. This little thought calmed her a bit, letting her get back into the dance.
Something else sank into her mind. She liked him. It was something, up until now, unsaid in her mind. She liked Dante. If anyone found out she would be kicked out of her family for something that could disgrace the whole Skeffington line. Her heart beat fast as this plagued her. Her eyes went over to Dante for a second, studying him. He was the nicest person she had met here. Something about him drew her to him. He made her feel like a normal girl, not someone who had to show off all she had. She just had to be herself. His reaction still worried her but in her heart she knew he didn't take it the wrong way. He didn't walk away from her. This brought solace to the Slytherin.
“If you find our seats I'll go get us some drinks for us.”
Tallulah turned to Dante and nodded. "Drinks would be gr-great," She stuttered out. What about him made her so nervous? She had already come to grips with her feelings for him. Shouldn't she feel less nervous about being around him? Her mind told her yes, but her heart told her no. These feelings of nervousness were a new land for Tallulah. Around boys her age she was usually the picture of calm, but not now.
She and Dante parted ways, she toward an empty table, he went toward the drinks. Tal sat herself down quickly. A few of her friends passed, giving her a smile. She just quickly nodded and smiled back. Tallulah stole a glance over to the drink table, looking at Dante. She was still confused about her feelings and how they would effect the both of them. Turning away she scolded herself for thinking such ludicrous thoughts. For all she knew Dante was just being a nice friend to her. Time went by at a snails pace as she waited for Dante. There were so many things she wanted to say, she just wasn't sure of the words to use.
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Sophia Crawford
Gryffindor Prefect
Seventh Year
fearless[on:On.][of:Off.]
Posts: 257
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Post by Sophia Crawford on Jul 12, 2008 10:55:33 GMT -5
Sophia took the punch glass gratefully from Connor. " Want to sit down? ""That sounds like a good idea." Sophia had been standing on heels the entire dance so far, and although she hadn't been standing long, her shoe choice was a very poor one. She sat down at the table Connor had pointed out. She was glad to sit and supposed that he wouldn't mind either, as he probably wasn't in the best of health. Sitting would most definitely help. " I uh.. Well, yeah thanks for hanging out with me and all. "The girl smiled warmly. "It's been fun and a lot better than standing here awkwardly for however long this dance has been going on." She realized that she had lost track of time completely; not uncommon, but unfortunate. Had she been here an hour or only a few minutes? Oh well. It seemed like the party was finally going somewhere as a few brave couples dared to dance on the dance floor.
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Connor Manning
Head Boy
Slytherin Seventh Year Quidditch Captain
something in the way
Posts: 737
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Post by Connor Manning on Jul 12, 2008 12:51:37 GMT -5
Connor smiled, he was glad for the company first and foremost. He decided that if Celina didn't show up at all he could still have a good time just talking to Sophia. He didn't know her, and she didn't know him very well but it didn't bother the Slytherin too much. " Cool... uh.. " Connor said, sitting down at the table as well and taking a drink from his cup of punch. It was slightly refreshing and calmed his nerves down a bit, letting him get a good look around the room. Several couples had started dancing, and Connor noticed that it wasn't the ballroom variety of dance. It was the ' sway in each others arms ' type of dancing. He hummed slightly to himself, looking around still.
He recognized people, familiar faces mixed with friends as well. He looked back to the Gryffindor girl seated across from him. " Oh, yeah. I always hated that, standing around all weird like.. " He said with a light laugh, although he did feel bad for the people who were standing around looking rather lonely by themselves. " Is there really anything to do here, anyway? " He asked curiously, although knowing he wouldn't really leave too soon.
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Sophia Crawford
Gryffindor Prefect
Seventh Year
fearless[on:On.][of:Off.]
Posts: 257
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Post by Sophia Crawford on Jul 12, 2008 14:30:12 GMT -5
" Is there really anything to do here, anyway? "
"Well..." Sophia looked around the room questioningly. "You could always People-Watch." She paused and then slyly added, "Or you could cause trouble...but that depends on your daring." She didn't really think that the trouble option would fall through seeing as the two of them seemed to be the good kind of students. She could be wrong, of course, since she had just met Connor at the beginning of the dance, but her intuition was pretty on. Now that she thought about it, there really was no point to be at the dance other than to simply be there.
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Dante Vroom
Ravenclaw Prefect
Seventh Year
It's choice - not chance - that determines your destiny.[on:Looking for trouble][of:Other stuff]
Posts: 235
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Post by Dante Vroom on Jul 12, 2008 15:05:44 GMT -5
Drinks, now if he had only asked what kind before he rushed over to the food and drink. It went to figure that there were several options available. Butterbeer was a pleasant surprise, but he did not feel like it was a good choice right now. There was of course, water for those that wanted something completely bland. So he fell upon the option of punch, and water. He would take the two cups, one of each so that Tal could choose between the two. Pouring the cups he figured that having the options were best, making sure to get only a very few ice cubes in the drinks. When he was happy with how much punch he had, he brought the two cups together and whispered a spell to them “nullus exstillo”. Allowing him to stick them one on top of the other without the threat of anything spilling over.
It made walking through the room a little easier, not having to worry as much about the drinks in hand. Between scanning the area for Tal and trying not to run into someone that was not paying attention, he was glad the cups were safe. He passed Connor and a girl he recognized but did not know, he nodded to the guy hoping his night was going well. As he continued to scan the room he finally spotted the Slytherin in the green dress and a smile went across his face. She looked nice sitting at the horribly cute table with red tablecloth and matching candle.
“I had no idea what you would want to drink Doll, so I got a cup of punch and a water to pick from.” He set the cups on the table for her to chose between, and as he did he commanded the spell he put on them to release. It had been an unneeded spell, but better to be on the safe side, the punch would have easily stained his suit. He then took his seat across from the girl, the table was small, making for a rather close situation between them. He could not complain about it, the atmosphere was just right for a Valentine's Dance. He waited for her to pick a drink from the two, whatever she ended up not wanting he would have. Now, he had been so taken by the focus on drinks, he forgot to think about what they might be talking about. Oh well, she would probably spark up a conversation soon enough.
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Tallulah Skeffington
Slytherin Prefect
Sixth Year
I'll be the sunlight in your everyday[on:I live to breathe..][of:To feel as real..]
Posts: 279
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Post by Tallulah Skeffington on Jul 12, 2008 23:46:04 GMT -5
Tallulah started to become a little antsy as she waited for Dante. There were so many things she wanted to tell him, wanted him to know. Her feelings were the first on that list. She wanted him to know how she felt about him. Even though she had only known him for a little while she felt a strong attachment to him. Her feelings were far beyond friends at this point. She cast her eyes toward the ground, trying to think of a way to segue into her feelings when he came back. Tallulah didn't want to blurt it out. That would only embarrass him and herself. She needed something that would show she wasn't a stupid girl.
Dante finally came back with the drinks. A cup of water and a cup of fruit punch. He put them both near her to let her choose. Contemplating for a few seconds she picked up the fruit punch. Taking a sip she finally let herself glance at him again. Putting her cup down she tried to speak, but no words came out, only silence. Her light brown eyes stayed on his face, trying to get a feel of how he felt. Getting nothing she bit her lower lip.
"The present is really beautiful Dante. I love it." There, that was a good start. Her heart felt like it would explode into a million tiny pieces as she spoke. She smiled sheepishly, letting herself show how much she loved his present. Silence again. It was deafening. Her heartbeat raised yet again. Why was her body doing this to her?
"I also love the time we've spent hanging out together. Don't think I've had half as much fun with anyone else here." She took another sip of her drink, mind still racing. "I know I haven't had as much fun with anyone else here." As she put her cup down she let her hand stay on the table, close to where he was. Tallulah wanted to be close to him, wanted to know how he felt about her.
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